User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3474228-20140623163453/@comment-25220117-20140722192155

The she-otter nods, muttering under her breath "Righto, Skip. 'E won't leave me sights." Scowling at Sterling's rather uninformative response, Reis turned to Zannah, one of his associates, pulling the sinewy crewbeast away out of Sterling's hearing.

"The Fir'ound'll get us slayed before we ever reach this King. The moment he tries anythin' rash, we turn blades on 'im." She nodded, turning away, but he clamped a paw on her shoulder. "No second-thoughts or 'esitations. We can't muck this up." She turned, taking his paw in hers. "Agreed."

''As the groups formed, a fallen sea rat stirred, a little farther up-shore. Coughing up blood, the ratjack pulled himself up onto his elbows, peering cautiously about. His headband was soaked in wetness from where a club had hit from behind, and his underbelly was cold and sticky. But he was alive. Knowing what he had to do, he stood carefully up, closing his eyes as his vision went fuzzy, his head sickeningly heavy, sweaty. Before he knew what was happening he was on his knees, retching into the sand.''